Moonlight
I can feel your cratered
Hands, painting the small of my back,
The pale white of a porcelain dish,
Fresh from the kiln. Smooth
Refuge.
When I, quivering, cry out
Like a forlorn, baby loon
Abandoned in a vast,
Foggy lake,
You whisper to me,
Home.
You are the hard patter
On this weary rooftop.
You stumble through tight clusters
Of houses and empty streets.
On a heavy summer night,
You bring your
Canopy of
Intimacy.
I can feel your gaze on my face,
Eyelashes brush against my cheek,
Caress my worry away.
Strong, liquid arms warm.
Protect.
I can hear my name playing gently across your silky lips.
A tender explosion dances through my bare chest.
I am besotted with your mysterious familiarity.
We are allowed to love.
The meeting of our bodies is not forbidden.
I long for human touch, but
You are the only one I am allowed.
You fight off the darkness,
Keeping me
Safe.
Even when all seems
Unfamiliar
You still ride
High.